Yinglong's Divine Might

Zhang Shuai seemed utterly deaf to the man's oppressive aura and questioning. His gaze passed over him, pierced through the crowd, and fell upon the white-clad figure within the encirclement. A familiarity and stirring that came from the depths of his soul made him nearly blurt out, his voice carrying an imperceptible tremor. "Xiao Huang?"

That call exploded in the white-clad man's heart like thunder. A strange gleam flashed through his eyes before he broke into a grin. "It's me. I didn't expect you to get here so quickly."

Of course, Zhang Shuai understood what Xiao Huang meant. When Xiao Huang had left the cultivation world, he had said that he would wait for him in the Primordial World. But Xiao Huang had never expected him to arrive in the Primordial World so soon.

No matter how slow-witted the people of Violet Firmament Palace were, they immediately understood that the Great Luo Golden Immortal who had suddenly appeared was clearly allied with the demon clan.

Killing intent burst forth from the Violet Firmament Palace group. A blond, blue-eyed Half-Saint of Violet Firmament Palace raised his hand and flung out an array disk. With a flash of light, an invisible spatial barrier completely sealed off the space within several hundred miles, cutting off any possibility of escape for Xiao Huang and Zhang Shuai.

The leader, a stern-faced old man, issued a harsh command. "Attack! Kill this meddlesome brat first, then deal with that demon creature."

At his command, the ten Half-Saints moved in flawless coordination. Five of them instantly broke away, their figures flashing as they surrounded Zhang Shuai.

Zhang Shuai remained calm, seemingly not the least bit flustered, but Xiao Huang's eyes were filled with anxiety.

The five Half-Saints surrounding Zhang Shuai erupted without holding anything back.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!